Blaurgh

My body is finally giving up. I'm going to have to call it quits a whole hour early tonight. I can use the extra sleep, I suppose, and perhaps I'll be more refreshed than usual later today. I hope so, for Twitchy's sake. He needs some viable students in the class.

Poetry paper is still unfinished. It isn't that I care a whole lot about it--I don't. It's that I care so little about it that my brain doesn't want to do it. I've fooled myself so far, but I'm running out of BS about this subject. I will be glad to never do any poetry again. The only poetry I will tolerate after this semester is out is the stuff that shows up in my inbox every day from MN or somewhere.

That's all. If only the damn paper came as easily as this.

End.